you’re out on your motorbike when you hit a red light…motorbikes have always been your thing you love riding when ur happy sad angry no matter how you feel a good ride on your bike solves it. As you’re waiting at the lights a boy pulls up infront of you…you’ve seen him before in your rides he is usually speeding…doing dangerous stuff…and risking his life

you watch him as he chills at the light waiting for it to go green he’s wearing full black with a mirrored visor he looks back towards you and gives you a nod inviting you to a race…you don’t tend to do races well when u do its more when ur having a bad day and you don’t care what happens to you

he gently pats the side of his helmet code word for ‘cmon’

you gently shift and begin to move the bike next to him